I want to write more about the bombings and their aftermath.
Whether it should upset me as much as it has or should not, whether I can justify my reaction or I cannot, what has happened to the city I grew up in will not go away.
Steve, a presence in the eye of mind and soul and heart as I go to light a candle for yet another dead child, for yet more innocent victims saying “Don’t worry. I’m going to help take care of them,”
just as I felt it after Newtown is enough to drown out all entire world around me even if only for a few breaths that I don’t realize I’m taking.
And other things, other wisps and voices and stories and truths